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Sunday, May 28, 2006

10:02 PM

The last train.

Let me tell you people that within 5 minutes of waiting for that last train, you will get to see all kinds of people. Especially if you're at the orchard mrt.

I was standing there alone when a bunch of mats and minahs, mostly underage, walked past me. They were loud, made a scene, danced to imaginary music, vulgarities all around and one of the minahs even stand beside me, talking incoherently and seems to keep sliding onto the floor. And that's when it hits me, she's drunk. oh, what a bunch of poseurs. I was kinda disgusted especially when i eavesdropped on them and found out that she's only erm, 15.

Next came the long, brightly coloured hair punks with jackets full of metallic chains, and oh yeah not to mention ultra ripped jeans, the girls with dark eyeliners and black lipstick thingy. They were standing right in front of me and they stank. Of.. of.. body odour. As though they didnt had time to bath. And i shranked back against the wall.

Then came, a few average joes, couples holding hands, and even my juniors from secondary school, and yeah a few big sized guys with shaved heads, boots and wearing sweaters. I was trying hard to arrange my face into a smiley, friendly pathetic face so that nobody could find fault with me. Among the throng of people, i am so alone.

but still, it was refreshing to see so many people, oh so different people waiting patiently for the train. Except for me. I was cursing that damn train for taking its own sweet bloody time.

&the beauty.

Shaf. 31july.

I love the smell of rain and the feel of green grass

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